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I'm just the rebound. I'm just the rebound. I'm just the rebound.
She had claws. She liked digging them into his back -- his front. She was feral, liked it rough. He couldn't match whatever skill her previous lover had. She liked to call this 'training', liked to dominate, scare him down to the marrow of his bones. He might as well have been the woman, she the man.
He was vastly inexperienced, this only being the third 'session'. Again, she liked conditioning him, and he suspected she liked it when he was intimidated. By the cruel glint in her eye, her full body, her overall needs as a beast.
She was a beast. How the hell did Lance put up with her?
He was a rebound, a naive victim; he knew this. She snatched him up and away from his comfort zone before he even realised he was her prey. Ultimately, he was probably ruined. Lance would make it worse, by Lugia, he was a dead man if Lance ever cornered him alone.
Her nails punctured into his shoulders, the pads of his fingers marking her waist. He was covered in beads sweat, she was coated in a veil of perspiration. Her soft gasps were loud against the soundless room, he kept his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth.
He was also certain she could wear him out and have enough stamina to go for double the time. He honestly feared for his life. Between her and Lance, he would die from their rage of revenge. Because he wasn't just any rebound. He was the make-your-ex-jealous rebound, he'd be tossed aside once she got her wish and rekindled the agonizing passion between them.
She liked to tell him things, whispering them into his ear: "I love the way your body responds."
"I like how you scream."
"You need more discipline; we'll get to that shortly."
The last one sent terrified shivers down his back. Claire liked to tease him with the idea of tying him up and using 'toys' on him, and he wasn't so naive that he didn't know what that meant. But Claire was always joking around. Lorelei wasn't that type of woman. There was evidence to prove it, as all those things were said in the past.
He crying out inexpectedly, unguarded the moment her nails found more pliant flesh on his ribs. And following, came a stray sob. "Please..."
Lorelei leaned foward, and planted her lips delicately to his neck. "So cute."
...Hmm. Lorelei/Falkner/Lance threesome to follow? o.O Dude, I'm creeping myself out.